Moon 44 Page #2

- You're sick, you know that?

- Thank you!

Allright, ladies. Come on,

up and atom! We got company!

And how are you today, Alfred?

New arrivals please

assemble in landing dock.

The prisoners?

Fall in!

Attention!

My name is Sykes.

I am your training sergeant.

Before you men got into

trouble with the law

some of you were pilots.

The company is giving you a chance

to reduce your prison sentence.

I think this is very nice of them.

Do exactly as you are told

and you will leave here free men.

Screw up, and you'll be sent back to prison

for the remainder of your incarceration.

Jake O'Neal.

You're a real beauty, Jake.

Stealing military jets.

- Murder one.

- Self defence.

Is that so?

Do you really think that I care?

Put that damn cigarette out!

Well, Mr. Stone.

I see that you're

an ex-fighter pilot.

Refused orders.

Insubordination.

You some kind of tough guy?

- Maybe.

- Shut up!

Now you listen to me, sh*t head!

And you listen good!

I've been holding my breath for a

long time for somebody like you.

Got anything to say to that?

Answer me when I talk to you.

I think you got me confused with

somebody who takes you seriously.

Shut up, god damn it,

before you piss me off!

- Man's got a death wish.

- No. Man's got balls.

Sex!

I need sex, not boots, huh.

Hey fellas, looky here.

We got some real p*ssy!

Hey...

- That's enough.

- This is your Station commander, major Lee.

May I talk to you, major?

- Sargeant, throw them some raw meat.

- Yes, sir! You've heard the major!

The major is a very kind man...

- Who are those morons?

Welcome to the real world.

Listen, it's a company decision.

Prisoners come a hell of a lot

cheaper than pilots.

Yeah, well, our lives depend

upon those people, major!

- That's the way this company does it's business.

- Well, how can you accept that?

You should just take it easy.

Everything's gonna work out OK.

All new arrivals report

to crew quarters!

Sergeant!

Sir?

Put Stone on the first

training flight.

With pleasure.

Hi! Welcome to Moon 44.

My name is Tyler.

- Sh*t!

We only have just the one

air conditioniner in the back.

Great.

Hi. Welcome to Moon 44.

My name is Tyler.

Have I ceased to exist?

- Do you masturbate a lot?

- Come here, pretty boy!

You wanna move in with me?

Hey, kid, don't worry. Scooter's

a music lover, just like you.

What are you looking at?

Get that rat out of here!

He wants you to play first

trumpet in his band.

Yo, fighter pilot. I want you

to bunk next to me...

...you know, read me bedtime stories,

tuck me in. What do you say?

Hey, hey, hey! What are you

doing, man? That's my bunk!

Would you tell that guy to stop it?

That's my bunk he's playing with.

Was, buddy. Was.

You think you're

pretty tough, huh?

Well, we'll see how tough you are.

Wait 'till the end of the week.

If you're still alive.

Are you threatening me,

propeller-head?

- I'm just telling you the facts.

- Hey!

What facts?

What's going on?

- Sarge, these guys stole our bunks.

- Your bunks? This isn't a sand box, little man!

Where's the smartass?

I'm talking to you.

Congratulations.

You've got the first training flight.

Good luck.

Felix Stone, report to hangar 3.

What are you waiting for, Mr. Stone?

Have a nice flight!

Open bay doors.

Clear for take-off.

Alright, gentlemen,

step this way, please!

Alright, now listen up.

Stay cool, concentrate, you just

let old Tyler take care of the rest.

- OK. Well, this looks

pretty basic, Tyler.

- Try the red button.

- Red button?

- Starts the engine.

Hey, I'm impressed!

- Okay. Listen up!

- You're the boss.

Our defence system

is based on the

perfect interaction of

pilot and navigator.

You are separated but you

function as one unit.

So these wimps sit on their skinny

butts while we risk our necks?

Your life depends upon you

listening to these guys.

- Great.

- Ready?

Right. Ready.

I'm counting on you.

Alright. Pull her up but....

...take it easy, cowboy.

Cool, let's see if nature boy

can really fly.

Hey, not bad. Listen, we

always get tradeonced here.

So stay away from the

rim of the canyon.

Roger.

Come right to a

heading of 2-6-3.

Jesus Christ, there's

nothing but walls!

That's why you got me here, pal.

Let me be your eyes.

Get a feel for the bird.

Okay, good. Now turn left.

Tighter...

Good. Now keep copter leveled.

Leveled!

- Right. - You're on-line but

you're hanging too low. Pull up!

- Stone, do you read?

- Roger.

- Watch a robot, straight ahead.

The robot?

The what?

Up, god damn it, up!

Take it easy.

It was a near miss.

That was a near hit.

Now listen, you're heading straight for

the wall. Just pull up! Pull straight up!

Alright, uhm...

Alright, forget it, forget it...

Just let it fall!

- Let it fall?

Do it now!

Good. Alright, but slow down a bit.

This thing turns into a dead end.

Slow down a bit!

- You must listen to his commands!

Listen to his commands!

Stone!

Hit the brakes!

- Well, this looks like a dead end.

- No kidding?

- You figured that out all by yourself, huh?

- Return to base.

- Brilliant, lady.

- Nice job, Tyler.

Next time use the lighter

built into the dash.

It's right under the red button.

- Where's the ashtray, wiseguy?

Ashtray? What do you think

this is, a limmo?

I'm coming in.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You didn't do too bad.

- What do you know?

- About flying? Everything!

What the hell's going on

out there, huh?

They ran out of suckers.

That's why they had to go

and draft you guys.

I got news for you, pal.

We're sitting ducks here.

- Oh yeah? Why's that?

- Are you kidding me?

Galactic Mining has lost

one planet right after another.

Everybody masacred in

these surprise attacks.

They don't even know how it happened,

cause there's no survivors.

- How do you like that?

- I don't.

You're the snitch, huh?

- I'm no snitch.

- Your name is Tyler, isn't it?

So what do you know

about the hijackings?

So you are the specialist?

You're supposed to be an undercover

agent, you know, cool, unobtrusive.

But you've been in nothing but

hot water ever since you got here.

Are you gonna cut the crap and tell

me what's happening or what?

What's in it for me?

What do you want?

Well, I discovered that someone was

stealing mining shuttles, right?

I reported it, I got the proof.

That's gotta be worth something.

- How about we split fifty-fifty.

- Fifty-fifty of what?

Don't you guys collect special bonuses

for kamikaze missions like this?

Partner?

Hi, guys!

What's up?

Nothing, sarge.

I was just debriefing Stone.

- Debriefing him from what?

- The training flight, sir.

- You think you're funny, don't you?

- No... err, yes.

- I mean... if I say no, does that mean I'm funny?

- No. You're not funny, I'm funny!

- Ignore him. Don't show him you're scared.

- I'm am scared!

Guys, we can't just ignore them.

We gotta do something, right?

And what exactly is it

you wanna do, Cookie?

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